Who got me thinking: Should a man be scorned If, finding himself thrown upon an un-Familiar shore, he should “make new for himself What is old and see himself in it?” Or, Encountering an alien melos, clap it into Silence with the weathered clapboard ofA strenuous New England tranquility? Or something more or less along those lines. No, what really rankles is the ease With which you visualize the poem behind The poem you cannot even read, then wax Prolific on “the rotting taproot of our Discredited world view,” as you endlessly Rehearse Pound’s invention of free verse.